Author's Note: This came to me, because I really am not a cuddling type of person... but I like the idea of it. *shrugs*
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me, because if it did... it would not be as popular as it is.
It's freezing cold, and the sound of rain is heavy on the motel roof. Said motel's heater is also officially a Piece of Crap, which is why Dean is buried deeply beneath the bedsheets. It's cold enough for his breath to fog the air, and his eyelids flutter against his cheeks as he shivers slightly, waking from his fitful sleep.
The cold has waken him, and now he's kind of miserable in bed. He shivers again and tries to huddle into a little ball.
The heavy weight behind him, however, moves slowly.
Coming closer to his back, and sending a ray of warmth to spread up his back, down his legs.
'snice, Dean thinks sleepily, feeling his body uncurl almost against his will. Pure serenity floods him, and he's so content that he feels like purring.
He can hear the sound of soft breathing, and then warm breath is ghosting along the nape of his neck and seeping into his hair. A pair of lips press so softly to the round of his ear that, for a moment, he isn't quite sure he felt it in the first place.
His slip twitches, but he is too sleepy to open his eyes.
He can feel Castiel's warm arm snaking over his waist, and pulling him back, so Castiel's front can mesh against him tightly. Securely. In moments, there is no space between them, and Castiel's warmth is starting to become his own.
"I don't like to cuddle..." Dean slurs, his voice heavy with sleep. He hears a faint chuckle, and then Castiel is burying his nose in Dean's hair.
"I know," he whispers. His arm tightens around Dean, and he doesn't move from his place behind Dean even an inch.
"'k," Dean says, his lip twitching in a half-grin. "'s long as we got that understood,"
Dean then pushes back into Castiel, before lowering his hand to rest it over his angel's hand that rests on his stomach.
He lets out a deep sigh and, within seconds, is falling back into sleep. Dean may protest to cuddling, but Castiel knows better.
Castiel smiles to himself, and though he does not find sleep, he closes his eyes for the night, content to listen to Dean's breathing.
His arm stays over Dean, where it belongs.
END.
NOTE: I'd die from happiness if I ever saw a scene like this on the show. Of course, I might as well live forever because it's never gonna happen... *sigh*
... Guess that's why we have fanfiction, eh?